Don't you ever call onto Zlata's phone
Maybe it's just me or because of me
But she never picks it up

Maybe she can't hear it 'cause
Of the friends at her home
Or maybe she's just too sick
Of forever being alone

Of course there's another day
There's another life 
To ever catch a reply
There's another second 
There's another recon 
Of her Bye-bye-byeis 

Of course another day
There's another life 
To ever catch a reply
And in another life
I will surely not survive 
And I will die 

But she won't care! 
No, no she won't care at all...

Zlata is always tired of her artistic life
But I also think that she's happy all the while 
Of her la-la-life
She probably don't think that
'Cause of her sad attacks 
But her boy helps her a lot 
He's the best that she ever got

Of course there's another day
There's another life 
To ever catch a reply
There's another second 
There's another recon 
Of her Bye-bye-byeis 

Of course there's another day
There's another life 
Of Zlata's reply 
And in another life
I will surely not survive 
And I will for real die die 

But Zlata won't care
Zlata won't care
She won't care
No, no, no,no she won't care at all...ah

She, she, she won't care